Marrying a concubine and swallowing her dowry? The mistress turns around and marries a high-ranking

Chapter 537

Huo Sizhen gave Shen Lingjun a packet of spices that emitted a very faint fragrance, somewhat like common agarwood, but different, and quite pleasant.

Huo Sizhen said, "This is ghost blood incense. Find a way to add it little by little to the incense on Huo Jinghuai's clothes. If a person is exposed to it for a long time, their body will become weaker and sicker, and they will usually only live for a few more months. In this way, you can kill him without anyone knowing. As long as you are careful, no one will suspect you."

Shen Lingjun was still thinking about how to deal with Huo Sizhen's request for her to get rid of Huo Jinghuai, but it turned out that this was the method he gave her.

He's just like his father, Huo Tingsheng; they both love using slow-acting poisons.

However, it is indeed useful. It is also very advantageous for Shen Lingjun, after all, this is her old profession.

Shen Lingjun nodded and accepted the packet of spices.

"Your Highness's idea is indeed excellent. I will definitely do it."

She didn't stay with Huo Sizhen for long; after taking her things, she hurried back to the Lin Yuan Marquis's residence.

The Marquis of Linyuan's mansion has already prepared her dowry. Today is the day to send the dowry to the Seventh Prince's residence.

Shen Lingjun had seen it; on the surface, it barely amounted to the 128 loads of dowry expected for the princess's marriage, but in reality, it was all shoddy. The few betrothal gifts sent by the Seventh Prince's residence had all been used to make up the difference, and the rest were just cheap, worthless items.

But she didn't care about that anyway, as long as she could marry into the Seventh Prince's household smoothly.

The next day, Shen Lingjun was married off from the Marquis of Linyuan's residence.

The Marquis of Linyuan's family didn't care about this marriage at all. The whole process was rushed through. The wedding procession wasn't lively, and the atmosphere wasn't festive at all. It had a cold and desolate feel to it.

Fortunately, the Ministry of Rites prepared a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe for her; otherwise, Shen Lingjun would not know what cheap wedding dress she would have had to wear.

As for the Seventh Prince's residence, since the Seventh Prince was not favored and had little wealth, the wedding could not be held in a grand manner and was equally shabby.

There were not many guests; they were mostly members of the royal family and relatives of powerful figures.

The unloved eldest daughter of the Marquis of Linyuan, who was considered to have a terrible fate, was married to an unloved prince of an awkward background, which was considered a good match. Most people just regarded this marriage as a joke.

Huo Jinghuai's birth mother, Fang Kui, and the concubine Lan who later adopted him, had both passed away long ago. Huo Tingsheng was not present at all; only the official in charge of the ceremony sent by the Ministry of Rites presided over the entire wedding.

The couple's wedding proceeded in a simple manner, culminating in them being led to their bridal chamber.

Inside the bridal chamber, after confirming that it was safe outside, Mo Zhonggui removed the disguise mask from her face.

Shen Lingjun also took off his mask. Although the mask was convenient, it was really stuffy to wear on the face. As soon as there was no one around, he couldn't help but want to take it off, otherwise he felt like his face was going to be suffocated.

The two people looked at each other in their true colors in the newly decorated room, and an awkward atmosphere immediately arose.

This was the first time Shen Lingjun had ever seen Mo Zhonggui dressed like this.

The wedding robe he wore was also prepared by the Ministry of Rites. It was the standard robe for a prince marrying his principal wife. It wasn't particularly luxurious, but it was made of high-quality materials and was exquisitely crafted.

The bright red color made his face appear even more like jade, his lips like cinnabar, exuding a strong sense of bewitching allure. Under the light of the dragon and phoenix wedding candles, he looked like a demon emerging from the darkness in brocade robes.

Shen Lingjun suddenly remembered a dream she had before.

She sat on the wedding bed, covered with a red veil, seemingly about to consummate her marriage with Qin Shaoze, but for some reason, it was not Qin Shaoze who walked in, but Mo Zhonggui.